@malachiasher || Highway Motel
"Whiskey?” the advisor asked, offering the bottle he’d procured for the president’s approval. While he wouldn’t typically encourage indulging on a trip like this, there was enough tension that abstaining was unbearable. Besides, he wasn’t about to get shit-faced. In the privacy of a hotel room, he felt more able to speak freely, so as he helped himself to a coffee cup, he glanced over to the other man. “So. What do you make of them?”
It was perhaps unfortunate, but he meant it to be as vague as it sounded. by them, he meant the devils as much as he meant their members and the gangs. Their prospect, the devils’ prospects would be something else to consider. Rather than come out with all that, Liam waited. There would be more value in learning what was at the forefront of the president’s mind than there would be in a direct question at this point.